synflux | ( catchall ) time to celebrate

[ despite this being the result of his own words...

callisto has no desire to take such responsibility. instead, it's so much easier to blame the man who stands before him, as arrogant as always. while callisto may have absolutely no ground to stand on with such words, it doesn't stop him from thinking it regardless.

but, he also doesn't want to give in so easily. ]

To put me in the mood to take the lead, do you not believe you should do your best to make yourself more appealing. [ he says this as if it were a simple expectation. as if it were perfectly reasonable to think he would have to do such a thing. it's not. ]

As it stands, I cannot say you do anything to rouse such desires.

[ it's evident what the princeling is trying to do — almost expected of him, in all honesty. ]

Put you in the mood? [ aodh stares at him blankly, his tone callous and indifferent. ] We aren't going to fuck, human. As such, I have no need to seduce you or, as you say, rouse your desires. Are we not simply doing this to release ourselves from the magical constraint of this plant? Or were you sincerely hoping for more? [ he lets his gaze slowly drift from the blond's cocksure face down to the rest of his body. ]

If that is what you wish for, [ sharp red hues snap back up to meet its opposite. ] then I suppose I can take you to mine bed tonight. Kiss me first though. It is not a feat beyond your natural inexperience, is it now?

[ he should have expected such uncouth words by now, and yet callisto finds himself stunned to silence each time. there's an obvious touch of offense in his features, the quirk in his brow, especially as aodh settles his gaze on him and his body. ]

Who would hope for more with someone who simply strips himself bare at every opportunity he gets? Was defiling one gala not enough for you? [ he says as he grips tightly onto the front of aodh's shirt, but then his fist releases and he pats him, almost as if smoothing out the wrinkles. as if he were making it a point that he were in no way affected by his words. ]

I have no interest in your bed or anything else. If it was your want to make me take action, then... [ he leans upwards, a soft click of his tongue, as if annoyed at the idea of his exerting any effort for this crude individual...

yet, when he looks back up, his lips still aren't in reach.

... and he refuses to tip toe for this. hence, he just glares at him. hello???

why did you choose to be so tall for? ]

[ the princeling's accusation isn't entirely baseless. aodh has always been rather open to physicality, as long as he finds the other being attractive (or entertaining) enough. he doesn't have much of a bar for who he beds. still, to imply that he would strip himself bare at any opportunity is a bit of an exaggeration.

is he not properly clothed right now? has he not been accommodating towards humans and their fastidious societal norms? ]

We would not be defiling another gala. Simply mine bed. [ he shall leave it at that.

he observes him for a steadfast moment — the way the blond begins to lean up towards him, the way he soon shoots an indignant glare up at him upon realizing the difference in their heights, the way he refuses to speak up afterward. if he wasn't such a small-minded creature, aodh would've considered him quite cute.

letting out a quiet sigh, he proceeds to lean further down, until his lips are easily accessible for the shorter man. go on now. ]

[ so it's still defiling in the end...

he wants to comment on that, but he decides not to. why prolong the inevitable, after all? while quite a few individuals here seemed like gluttons for punishment, callisto does not have such desires, and so he waits with a certain level of impatience. he exudes this displeasure clearly, and by the time aodh leans down, he slides his hand from his chest to his back and angles himself for his lips to gruffly meet his.

there's no hint of affection, not wetness of saliva. just the literal touch of lips before he has every intention of pulling back. but, not before: ] I guess that's all there was to it, and to you. [ ... and he says he's not a glutton for punishment or starting shit. ]

[ he wasn't expecting a good kiss; he wasn't even expecting an okay kiss, but somehow the princeling has managed to fall short of his lowest expectations with that sad little peck. does he actually want to get out of this situation or is he purposefully prolonging their time together?

he doesn't conceal the exasperation in his voice. ] Is that what you consider a kiss to be? [ even the mistletoe is unimpressed. ]

Let me do your future partner a favor and teach you proper. [ raising his hand to cradle the back of the blond's nape, aodh closes the distance between them, wrapping his other arm around his waist and lifting him up against his chest to lock their lips together in an actual kiss. his tongue slides forward to graze along his mouth and, if opportunity allows, seek out its counterpart. reap what you sow, callisto. ]

[ despite his words, callisto takes no offense. not because it wouldn't be offensive in the case it was a genuine and sincere effort, but that he simply had no need to have put forth that much into a kiss when the other party was ...

him.

which may have been a ruder consideration here. still, he's clear on showing how unbothered he is, as if that in itself was his response. aside from his mouth opening to say: ] There's simply no ne— [ but, then he feels the touch on his neck, and— ]

[ what the hell??

he feels the way his body is pressed forward, and unlike the contact he may have shared with others briefly in this place, it's... starkly different. the wet touch of his tongue, the way he angles his mouth, and callisto's mouth falling agape, not to allow him past his teeth, but in genuine shock.

it takes him several seconds to recover from the shared warmth of his mouths. ]

[ while it's not nearly as disgusting as he believed it to be in theory, it doesn't stop him from being the one this time to lean into the kiss. just for a moment, he lets his lips and saliva coat the other man's, before his teeth grazes the corner of his lip, and he bites down.

take that. he puts a hand between them to shove him off. ]

[ unfortunately for callisto, aodh is not done with him yet and the princeling shall find out very quickly that it is incredibly hard to shove away a dragon that refuses to be moved, especially one that has been rightfully provoked. barely reacting to that cheeky little bite, aside from a quiet chuckle, aodh needlessly tightens his hold around him, letting the heat of their bodies collide and meld together, undeterred by the fabrics that separates them.

as he proceeds to deepen their kiss with first a retaliatory nip of his own, he at least ensures he doesn't draw blood this time, his only objective to fully slip in an intrepid tongue, willfully exploring the velvety depths of his mouth. unhurried in his venture, he soon caresses a slick tongue, leading it into a defiant dance. ]

[ the fact that they're close enough for him to feel the heat of his body, or even the tautness of his muscles beneath his clothes is nothing short of... enraging, actually. while most would find such contact pleasurable, perhaps even a touch stimulating, it's anything but for callisto. or so he retains.

his brow furrows and his hand presses in harder with mot strength, yet aodh doesn't budge an inch. the nip back makes him release a small grunt, as he tries to pull his head back, only to remember the hand at the nape of his neck. instead he pulls away just enough for his lips to be repositioned and their tongues meeting with more fervor. except, his is definitely trying to inch away, but its hard when their mouths only provide so much space.

his feet rise up to step on aodh's feet, but he doesn't think that's going to help either. the dagger in his suit pocket is beginning to feel all the more appealing, and so his hand ends up sliding towards it.

release him?? hello? ]

[ the flare of anger and outrage only serves to delight aodh, as he feels the puny human struggle in his arms. he almost bursts out laughing, when he feels the sole of a boot stamping down on his own. but he really ought to behave, shouldn't he? they are, after all, still out in public. nonetheless, he isn't in a rush to end the kiss, so even as he senses the princeling reach for presumably a weapon, he takes his time chasing after and tasting that elusive tongue.

after a while longer, he finally draws back with a satisfied lick of his lips. amusement is writ on his face, as he grins down at the blond. ]

That is how you kiss. [ he has yet to release him, instead his gaze lifting up to the mistletoe... which continues to hover above their heads. hm. ]

[ is it better or worse that callisto can so readily focus his energies on his anger rather than the sensuality shared between the two of him. in fact, when he finally pulls away and he just barely gets a grip on the handle of his dagger, aodh pulls back as if he had always intended to.

half of him wonders if he simply prolonged it from personal desire, or because he was in fact a wanton, uncouth creature of desires. exaggerations aside, callisto releases his hold on the dagger and instead grabs a handkerchief from his pocket, using it to wipe the sides of his mouth. clearly making a show of it.

before he pushes it against aodh's chest, and he realizes he can't step away yet. his eyes also look upwards and... ]

[ of course, he can't let this opportunity go. instead of lamenting about how they're still stuck like a normal person would, callisto in all his pettiness— ] Oh? So it looks like you don't actually know how to kiss at all. That perhaps chasing ones tongue doesn't constitute as being particularly skilled in anything but that.

Chasing. [ says callisto....

who doesn't actually know he is the root of the problem. ]

[ certainly, their continual captivity isn't aodh's doing — or at least that is his ~~highly accurate~~ prevalent thought, as sharp red hues examine the decorative twig dispassionately. he may not have been fully immersed in the kiss, yet it was still sincere and entertaining, if not enjoyable, on his end.

the mistletoe most likely requires some level of effort and sincerity on the part of both parties.

he is about to say as much to the princeling, when smug words penetrate through his musings and... causes the faintest irritable twitch to his jaw. he is well aware that the blond is attempting to irk him with such an obvious taunt, yet it unfortunately seems to be working a little too well. ]

Don't know how to kiss, huh? [ a scoff, before he very promptly hefts the human right up onto his shoulder. ] We shall see about that.

[ summoning forth a pitch black portal, aodh walks straight through it with the princeling in toll. if they are truly to rid themselves of this hovering plant, then perhaps some privacy is needed — or maybe they'll get lucky and the mistletoe will disperse upon a change of locale.

as he steps out onto the other side, he wastes little time in setting callisto back onto the floor, before he bends down to give him a very nasty bite on the crux of his neck. the sprig has faithfully followed them, apparently fine with teleportation as long as they remain close together. ]

[ opposite to whatever level of sincerity aodh may have placed into the kiss, callisto had no such sentiments. just like now. he was infinitely more interested in potentially cutting him down than he was in any prospect of being freed. except, he also does want to be freed…

while the desire for release may have temporarily taken its position on the back burner, it seems to spark with more intensity when he not-so delicately gets yoinked up. while there’s no sound beyond the initial inhalation of air, and then him silently seething in this proximity, he’s clearly miffed. he should be impressed with the way they teleport without the need of a magic scroll, and it’s here for he first time…

he realizes aodh truly wasn’t an individual to trifled with. yet, here he is. still within his close proximity, and now even feeling the gradually familiar feel of the man’s teeth on his skin. there’s a heat behind the bite in which he doesn’t know if stems from the inside of the man’s mouth, or from the pain of his flesh being punctured. his hand reaches his own hand to curve over where aodh’s neck should be, if he can reach it, attempting to warn him to release him.

spoken like a true royal— ] Unhand me. This violence is likely why the sprig has no reason to accept your shoddy kisses.

[ if he wasn't so busy chomping on him right now, aodh would kindly point out that there was no violence prior to this instance. it's the princeling's own fault for what's transpiring. blatantly ignoring him, he sinks a pair of fangs into his neck, until he tastes a pinprick of blood.

satisfied, aodh pulls away to look at his handiwork. take that, human. he can sport that mark for a couple of weeks, for all to see. ]

Mine kisses are not the issue. [ he finally deigns to correct him. ] You are. [ he reaches down to pinch callisto's cheeks together. ] Your underperformance is what's hindering us. Is it because you are a virgin? Have you never experienced pleasure or desire before?

[ he certainly ~~kissed~~ pecked him like a novice. ]

( catchall ) time to celebrate

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